Chapter 13: New Year - First marks

Jordan was looking at himself in the mirror – as best he could when using a MAJOR sized one, of course. He was naked, and his dark skin was glistening with sweat. In the background, he could hear Kat keeping the shower all to herself, as she was used to. They just had their last morning routine before returning to school the next day. Which meant that she had been particularly demanding – perhaps even predatory – under the sheets. It was a little hard to keep up, since he didn’t have her stamina, but he tried his best.

But today, she had started something new, something where the Bond had played a huge part in making him accept it. If she had just told him what she had in mind, he would have probably refused – or at least try to, because he had to be honest with himself. He wouldn’t be able to resist her, even without the Bond. But Kat wasn’t keen on wasting time when she wanted something – or someone. She had simply used the Bond to make him more amenable to her will and he had to admit that she had made the whole thing feel incredibly good.

But now, he had to live with the marks of it, and the poor Minor felt quite ashamed with himself. He’d have to hide all of those, otherwise someone would realize what was happening to him, and he didn’t thought he’d be able to deal with it properly. He wasn’t boastful, he wasn’t able to simply ignore the remarks of others, like all MAJORS were used to. And yet, as he looked at himself and reminded the feelings he had experienced, he couldn’t help but get aroused. He gasped softly when he noticed his dick hardening proudly, pointing at his reflection as his mind returned to what he and Kat had just done.

He had been woken up by his lover, leaning over his prone body, a hungry and lustful glint in her eyes and a grin on her face. Just as he was emerging, she kissed him wildly, surprising him for a second, until he reciprocated, letting his hands clutch her head, as he enjoyed the feeling of her luxurious red hair. She had groaned playfully as he did so and made him shudder and yelp when one of her large hands had simply gone and started to masturbate him. Then, just before he felt the need to breathe desperately, she broke their kiss and smiled at him.

“I want to mark you as mine like never before” she stated, and she used the Bond to make him calm and accepting of it. “I’ll bite, for real this time. Your skin will be my tapestry Mouse. It’s not up for debate” she added as he had tried to muster some resistance. “I’ll make it really good for you to, so don’t worry about it. That’s an order, lover boy!”

She had giggled as his mind had buckled and then given way to her will. She hadn’t abused the Bond just yet, because she hadn’t ordered him how to feel. She just used it the traditional way MAJORS did, ordering him around, even in bed. But he had to admit that he kind of loved it – without being sure that it was really how he felt or just something he had been conditioned to feel. But soon, as she pumped him good, he stopped pondering such things and started to buckle so he wouldn’t be entirely passive, which made Kandalynn laugh.

“Easy now Mouse” she growled happily. “I’m in charge here.”

She had pressed down on his hips with her other hand, and her incredible strength allowed her to prevent him from moving with an incredibly easy way. It was exciting. It was hard to deny it. He loved being dominated and with the effects of the Bond, all he wanted to do was to make her happy, by being an obedient little lover. Perhaps he should have been ashamed, but he doubted he’d have been, even if she didn’t crush such an idea into the bud when it reared its head and they were Bonded together.

“You’re adorable… And pretty tasty I’m sure…”

Without further waiting, she approached her mouth from his left nipple and while he expected her to lick it, she did something quite different. Flashing her teeth, including those long canines which made easy to distinguish even a very small MAJORS from a very tall Minor. Jordan hadn’t the time to think nor act. Kendalynn bit him, deep. He gasped and trashed as pain surged, but the power of her mind appeased him, turning the suffering into a strange form of pleasure. He felt her teeth digging deeper and deeper into his muscles, having pierced his skin with such ease that he should have been terrified. “You’re delicious… I understand why so many MAJORS civilizations ate Minors in the past” she moaned, lifted her head back and licking the blood which was flowing from her mouth, a savage and yet incredibly arousing smile forming a red and wet croissant on her magnificent face.

“It hurts” gasped Mouse, unsure of how to react, looking at the bloody mess that was his left pectoral now. “I’ll have destroyed muscles forever…”

He didn’t feel really terrified, at least not nearly as much as he should have been. She wanted him calm for this first time, he could see it in her mind, even as she gushed on the taste of his blood. He felt something strange and looked at his torso, where some muscles were twitching. He suspected that he should have felt some sort of agony. But instead, his pain was like a distant buzz at the back of his mind. He was able to easily ignore it, and let Kat bring his left arm toward her mouth, to bite in it again, perhaps less deeply than the first time, however.

“Why?” he asked her, feeling more curious than afraid.

“Because I can. Because I want to. Because I need too” she replied in a low whisper, her voice reducing to a low grunt more than anything else. “I need you, I need everyone to know that you belong to me. That you are off limits.”

“But it’ll destroy your image when people will see this” stated Jordan, feeling strangely confident. “No it won’t” she chuckled. “The only ones who could see this will be when you change to your P.E. class. And let’s be honest, I’m sure that most of them won’t look at your torso or arms. And the marks will have faded quickly enough for them to be just barely noticeable…”

She had been wrong. Perhaps she had overestimated his ability to heal, or perhaps she had bitten him far too deep for the marks to truly fade. In any case, he was now spotting two very visible scars on his body, where the skin was still extremely sensitive and prone to send flashes of pain in his whole body. Especially the one on his left pectoral. While he used his arm more, she had been slightly more cautious with it and after a few days, it was almost completely healed. Not so the first place where she had tasted his blood.

The skin had been well pierced and even now, he was able to see the mark of all her teeth, from the incisors to the canines, and even a faint hint of the molars where he had impressive bruises. She had bitten really hard on him and without the Bond, it would have been a nightmarish experience, but she had made it pleasurable. Which was the main reason he was ashamed. Today, everyone admitted that Minors had far more power to shape it that MAJORS, even the mighty Tier 3, when they wanted to. But he didn’t seem to be able to do that and he felt a little pathetic because of it.

“That’s because you’re a prey at heart Jordan! Don’t beat yourself about it!” shouted Kat from her shower, surprising him since he hadn’t realized that she was still Bonded with him – for once, she used it in a very light way.

“I… I’m not!” he yelled back, but it was half-hearted at best, because he knew she was right, deep down.

He wasn’t one of those Minors able to fight for their rights, no matter what they may have been doing in the privacy of their homes, with their MAJORS boyfriends or wives and all. Sure, he had talked the talk and he still did a little. But he didn’t really had the guts to make a stand against Kat when she did that. He loved the way she dominated him, how she was an absolute predator compared to him, determinate, without a shred of doubt and perhaps even dangerous. But also loving and actually sweet, when she allowed him to glimpse at her own weaknesses.

You’re worrying too much, she whispered in the back of his mind. Nothing wrong will happen at school, and you’re not pathetic because you let me do this to you.

“Really? Shouldn’t I at least try to fight it a little, at least?” he asked her aloud, knowing that she’d also know what he asked through the Bond.

She didn’t answer and he felt a little dejected. But soon, he heard the shower stopping and felt the pull of her mind, attracting him to her. With a little sigh, he turned away from the mirror and trotted toward her. As always, he was smitten by her body. Sure, she wasn’t extremely curvy or anything like that, but her body was a pure mixture of feminine power and strength. Her muscles moved sensually beneath her skin as she turned toward him and gestured to him to walk into the shower with her, which he did, obviously.

“You really worry too much” she repeated out loud as she gently pushed him toward the jet of hot, steamy, water she had opened again as soon as he was fully inside the shower.

Mouse winced but said nothing. He didn’t like to share her showers because she always seemed to delight in selecting a temperature which was just a little too hot for him to be comfortable with. It wasn’t scalding but it certainly didn’t felt any relaxing, especially since the jets were made for a MAJORS, and hadn’t lost all their strength when they hit his body, far below. But he was growing used to those antics and could easily ignore it. Usually. This time, his still fresh scars made the whole experience harder to endure.

“Poor little Mouse… he got trapped by a big hungry cat and now has to live in luxury” she goaded him, clearly amused by their situation.

“It’s not funny” he grumbled, but he had to admit that, as shameful as those scars could be, he lived a good life.

Kat was protective of him, making sure that the people working to keep the house clean respected him and his wishes. It was almost as if she made sure that they saw him as a real human being. She towered over him, controlled him, hurt him good at time, but only when they were together. At any other given time, she still acted like the perfect defender of a more human, less brutal, society for MAJORS. And she meant it, because he had been able to see it from her mind, when she hadn’t expected it. Which had made her angry a little, he remembered with a smile.

“It’s plenty funny, since you’re smiling” she haughtily replied, displaying her uncanny ability to act hypocritically yet charmingly as she flashed a naughty smile at him and crouched to kiss him languorously.

“You’re really sure it won’t be a problem – for you, I mean?” he asked her.

She groaned but she couldn’t hide from him how she felt about it. She was feeling somewhat guilty of what she had done, having misjudged her ability to hurt him. She didn’t want to hide their relationship anymore, but it could destroy her whole carefully crafted public image if it was discovered that she could do that to a Minor. Sure, she’d muster support from the traditionalists, who felt that having to share the world with the smaller breed of humans instead of just taking it – and them – as they saw fit, but it was hardly a growing demographic.

“I’ll manage, Jordan” she said to him with gravitas. “I’ll just have to make sure that all the others will be a lot softer and less hurtful for you than the first one” she added with a smirk which made him shiver a little.

“I’d like for you to not mark me anymore” he stated bluntly, which made her laugh throatily. “I’m serious you know?” he pouted.

“I sure do” she chuckled, kissing him again.

“Then why can’t…. why can’t you be more serious about it” he grumbled, looking at his feet when she broke the kiss and stood up to her full height.

“Because I’m a MAJOR and you’re a Minor… in need of a good shower! Step forward, directly under the stream of water please.”

Jordan sighed but did as he had been instructed. He winced when she directed the water directly toward him, instead of letting it flow around. It wasn’t that hard to deal with, but it was really uncomfortable, but what would came after would feel a lot better. He smiled when he felt her long and powerful fingers digging into his dense hair, making sure that they got wet from their tips to their roots. She could have been violent, but when she washed him, she was always soft and kind, doing her best to make sure that he wouldn’t get hurt or even inconvenienced.

“You’re thinking too much about this” she sighed, shaking her head with an amused smile. “It’s just that there is no point in shaking you left and right to clean that beautiful hair of yours.”

“You really think it’s beautiful? I’m always afraid it looks too…” he started, but didn’t finish, unsure about how to finish this sentence.

“Too what? Too like the hair of a black boy? It does, and I like the way it looks, and the way it feel under my fingers” she revealed.

And she didn’t just said those words to make him calmer and happier. She really meant it, she proved it by opening her mind more and making sure he could delve deeper than usual into it. He did so with gusto, intending to enjoy this rare opportunity to its fullest. She could have resisted his attempt, of course, but she didn’t, allowing him to look further than her last words. He discovered that she truly had enjoyed biting him, even if she had given him a lot of theatrics when she had done so, to make him feel a little more overwhelmed.

“You really go too far sometimes” he grumbled, as she forced him to pivot so every crevice of his body was wet enough for the next step of their showering.

“Oh please!” she huffed. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like the blood-licking, carnivorous, act of me! I’m pretty sure our friend here did, at least!”

“Kat!” he shouted, when her fingers coiled around his dick.

“Oh come on! I need to clean it too, I don’t want something dirty in me, you know it!” she chuckled, displaying quite a bit of hypocrisy.

“I could clean myself, you know? It’d be faster for both of us…” he replied, trying – and failing – to push her fingers away, which only made her laugh harder. “I’m serious. Wouldn’t it be better for you anyway?”

“How so?” she asked him, truly curious as far as he could tell. “I mean, I can wash you quite fast if you want to…”

“No, I’m fine!” he stated as fast as possible. “But it’d better for you because you wouldn’t have to lean and crouch all the time.”

“So considerate… But I do love to do that to be with you.”

It was one of those time where her brutal honestly left him speechless. It was so hard to reconcile her often ruthless and lying behavior with this gentleness, this fondness for him which made him mellow so much more. He was clay under her touch, waiting to be shaped in the form she deemed fit, but it didn’t really bother him, when she was this soft and kind. He could almost forget her more predatory aspect and lean into her tender care, forgetting all his worries. Almost.

“I’m always kind… even when I bite” she stated as she fished the bottle of shampoo from the place she kept it when she didn’t used it. “It’s just that what MAJORS and Minors consider kindness can vary wildly!”

“Well, I’d still like it with less teeth” he huffed as she started to massage her hair, with the shampoo, forcing him to close his eyes to avoid getting any in them.

“Damn… where did you learn to be so stubborn” she grumbled as she took her time to wash his hair, perhaps a little rougher than usual.

It was actually a good question. A few weeks ago, Jordan wouldn’t have dared talk back to her. But a few weeks ago, he wasn’t her boyfriend, and he didn’t spend so much time Bonded with her. Her personality had to be rubbing off on him. He didn’t know if it was possible or perhaps even common, but somehow, he suspected that when two mind spent so much time linked deeply, it had to affect each of them – but so far, it didn’t seem that Kat was that changed, except perhaps that she seemed more open with him than before.

“Oh my God… you’re so cheesy at time” she grumbled. “Stop thinking about it and enjoy your shower – you’ve got a pretty woman washing you after all!”

“I know, and I do enjoy it. It’s just that I’m… I’m so happy to have you. I’ve, I’ve never expected something as incredible as that to be possible…”

He let his voice trail off when he felt her mind pressing on him. He didn’t sigh, in fact enjoying the sensation of her consciousness overcoming his own slightly. It was as if a fire, bright and yet not searing, entered his body. He could feel her extending her power over him from the surface of their thoughts to a level far deeper. He didn’t try to resist her. He loved when she made him her puppet, somehow. Sure, he was ashamed of himself afterwards, but when she penetrated him like that, it was the best feeling in the world, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“My God, I have made a junkie out of you! You’re really a naughty mouse now, wouldn’t you agree Mouse?”

“Yes Mistress Kat. I’m a very, very naughty Mouse, who get all erect because you will it so” he heard himself saying as she played with her power.

”You’re adorable” she laughed, releasing her hold on his mind, and thus his body. “Don’t move, I need to wash the shampoo away now.”

“It… it was not very kind” Jordan weakly protested, even as he did as he was told.

“You’re right. It wasn’t. But you like it when I’m not very kind with you, Mouse. We both know it, so I don’t see the problem here.”

Kat’s voice was harsher suddenly and her mind closed itself. For whatever reason, she seemed focused entirely on cleaning him. Mouse suspected that some deep thought had surfaced that she didn’t want him to learn about. It was something she was very keen off, having her privacy while mostly denying him his one. But it was something he accepted – as a Minor, he hadn’t grown with much time alone for himself when he was but a kid. His Mom would have been far too worried to let him wander around Bondless, after all.

“You know… I… we’ll have to set up something for school” she finally stated, indicating that she did felt the need to share at least a portion of her mind with him.

“How so? Don’t you want me to be your boyfriend officially?”

“I do, and it won’t be too bad for my public image, really. But… but it mean that some people will target you even more, Mouse.”

“What? I though you MAJORS stopped chasing after Bonded Minors!”

He was so aghast that he had opened his eyes even while she hadn’t finishing washing her hair and got some shampoo in the right one. It didn’t sting too much, but it was sufficient to make him wince and recoil a little, earning a grumble and a firmer grip on his body for his trouble. He did his best to not move too much nonetheless, even if it wasn’t easy. Finally, after some time, water went into his eye and washed it clean, allowing him to stop blinking and take the wonderful sight of Kat’s naked, wet, body just inches away from his face.

“It may have been true for our parents’ generation, but it isn’t really the case anymore. Now that your standing has gotten up in the world, you’ll get people trying to convince you to switch partners because they have feelings for you – or assholes who just want to prove that your kind will always partner up with the strongest around them.”

“And… and you think they’ll try to do it… to me!?”

Suddenly, the perspective of going back to school felt a lot more dangerous than it had ever been. There was a lot of people in their High School, and there was a lot of MAJORS who looked stronger and taller than Kat. And while he had no doubt that she was able to make any of them pray for mercy, it could destroy her carefully crafted and managed image of a good girl. Which was obviously what was bothering her. He knew her well enough to know that she hated it when something wasted her efforts, and something as big as that… it had to be frightening, even for her!

”You’re giving me a look I don’t like Mouse” she said, startling him a little. “I’m not made of sugar. I can assure you that I’ll make rue the day to the first idiot who will try to snatch you from underneath me! You are mine alone!”

“But won’t you get expelled or at least lose your circle of friends or something equally terrible?” he asked her.

“No. And now, stop talking about it, I want to enjoy us, in the shower, alone!” she ordered, almost barking the last few words.

It could have been hard to do so, but as soon as he opened his mouth – not to protest, to agree! – she made use of the Bond again, chasing away all his worries. Jordan found himself reduced to a bumbling but loveable idiot, which made her chuckle, and the somber atmosphere dissipated as if someone had willed it away. And in a sense, Kat had did so, of course. It allowed Jordan a guilt-free look at her feet. Even a little wrinkled by the hot water, they still looked delicious, and he couldn’t wait to feel same, taste them, again.

“You little perv” chuckled Kat. “I should really punish you for that, but you’re just too adorable, my Mouse” she added, catching his face between her hands and shaking it softly, like one would do to a precious pet – but he knew she loved him far more than she loved a pet.

“But you’ve known for a long time that I find your feet perfect, so why would you punish me now?” “Damn it, too adorable!” she squealed, cuddling him to no end suddenly. “How did I ever live without you, Mouse? Can you tell me?”

“Well, you started by breathing and –““Oh, shut up, you adorable dork! I need to reassert some dominance, it seems, and I know just the way to… Get on your knees, and start cleaning me. From the ankle up.”

“But… but your feet” he tried, frowning in spite of the Bond’s effects.“It’s called a punishment, Mouse” she grinned at him, her eyes glinting again with that predatory zeal which usually made him afraid of her – at least a little.

“I can’t wait to show you around, at school” she mumbled, and Jordan felt even more nervous.